The Grape Becomes Tinted From The Grape

Nature Confesses That She Has Bestowed On The Human Race Hearts Of Softest Mould, In That She Has Given Us Tears.

Rare Is The Union Of Beauty And Purity. [lat., Rara Est Adeo Concordia Formae Atque Pudicitiae.]

The Same Dish Cooked Over And Over Again Wears Out The Irksome Life Of The Teacher.

Men Who Ape The Saint And Play The Sinner.

Now We Suffer The Evils Of A Long Peace; Luxury More Cruel Than War Broods Over Us And Avenges A Conquered World.